Firsts

Last Friday will go down in history.

Lots of Firsts.

The first football game at the new stadium/pressbox.

The first time Bill Snyder has lost a home opener (we are still working on accepting it around our house).

The first football game for the baby.

And the first time I've been sober at a football game since I can remember. 

Holy Belly

It was HOT folks.  I don't know how hot, but I know it was over 100 degrees.  I know that my legs were dripping sweat, which is not a good combo with self tanner....
And I know that my hair went into a ponytail the second after this picture was taken.

Another highlight of the day was walking by my boyfriend Rodney McGruder, like literally walking RIGHT by him.  I think my arm touched his.  Any other KSU event, I would have chased him down and forced a picture out of him. 
I was sober.  I froze.  And then it was too late.
I should have told him I was carrying his child.  That would have made for a good picture. Especially with Tony, ya know- the real baby daddy, snapping it. 

Coulda - Shoulda - Woulda -

My Dog, The Fish

Margo loves loves LOVES the water.  It's odd.  She is a chunky, stalky, bulldog.  You would think she would just sink.  Nope, she swims until someone makes her stop. 

Summer time is the highlight of her life at doggy daycare.  You see, Puppy's Playpen has a pool.  And I'm not talking about just any pool.  It's a legit big dog pool.  We only have a baby pool at our house, and I'm pretty sure she is unimpressed with our efforts to compare.

The people that work there tell me every week how they just can't believe how much she loves to swim.  She gets in the second they let her outside and stays in it until it's time to go inside.  Keep in mind, this is as I'm picking her up and she is still SOPPING wet.  I've learned to carry towels in my car for this reason.  I've also learned to let her pee before the drive home.  Apparently there is no time to pee when you have a pool waiting for you. 

Here's some action shots from the webcam.  Yes, I'm that dog mom.  I check in on my dog at school.  Shhh....

It's going to be a sad sad day come September when they take it down.  Until then my fur baby, soak it all in!

Showering Baby Line

I will start out by saying that I have the best friends in the world.  On Saturday I had my first shower for baby Line and she got spoiled to the max. 

It was at the Vintage House in downtown OP, and it was the prettiest baby shower I've ever been to.  The location and details were all so perfect.  Not a surprise at all... since my friends are perfect.  Duh.

Here's some pictures to prove it:



Small Cakes cupcakes - I might have had 3



Presh



My beautiful mama

My beautiful friends


Oh and then this happened:

Sexy Six. Or something like that.

Happy 6th Anniversary to my dear hubby!  And bless him, because our anniversary was anything but sexy with how huge I feel lately. 

Things were a little different this year since we had a tag along.  No pub crawls or casinos like our previous years of celebrating.  No trips, gifts or romantic dinner over bottles of wine.  Lucky for the little miss.

We started out the day with brunch at the Bristol, did some shopping for the nursery, and ended our day with ordering pizza.  My world revolves around food. 

It was quiet, it was simple and I wouldn't have changed it for anything.  It was perfect. 

Side note: apparently after 6 years of marriage, you start to dress alike.  Isn't that just precious?!  Vomit. 

So thanks to my husband for a wonderful six years!  And for giving me a pass on the sexy part.  There's always next year, right? :)
  

You might...

You might have a problem when the people at Goodcents know you by your first name. You might have a problem when the people at Goodcents know your car when you pull up. You might have a problem when the people at Goodcents know your order without asking. But the real problem is when you realize... that you have gone from getting free drinks at bars, to free cookies at Goodcents. And that my friends, makes for a sad sad day.

Possibly TMI

So I bit the bullet yesterday and went shopping for new bras. 

As I walked into Victoria's Secret past all of the skinny mannequin bitches on display, I purposely avoided the swimsuit section.  I grabbed a few 34C's thinking that would suffice, and headed to the dressing rooms. 

To my horror, they were all too small.  Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have this problem if my belly wasn't growing equally as big. 

The lovely dressing room worker confirmed my intuition.  The bras were too small.  She left to retrieve some 34D's.  Holy Shit. 

Well, the D's worked and I was let back out into the store to get the color preference I needed.  All I wanted was a nude one and a black one.  Practical. They had neither.  Apparently there's a big market for 34D's in the plain and simple color selection.  As much as I would love to own some neon pink, lacy yellow, and bedazzled orange bras, I just couldn't justify the cost with the practical side of it. 

So out the door I went, sending a frantic text to my husband. 

His response was something about almost being to playboy size.  Men.

My response was that I might let him touch them, if he bought me the new bras. 

They are shipping to our house as we speak. 

Well played, Callie.  Well played. 

6 Months

As I approach the 6 month mark, I thought I'd share this picture.

My dear friend Caitlin, sent this to me.  I think it's totally appropriate!

Countdown is on!  Come onnnnn October!  Can't wait to meet the little princess that kicks me constantly.  I'm hoping she's nicer on the outside :)

Queen Bee, Honey

Bees, I've got the Bees*.

Yesterday as I was watering my flower pots, which is a shocker in and of itself, I noticed one of our bushes was darker than normal.  As I looked closer, I freaked the F out calmly walked away.



That is what a million.2 bees looks like.


After some research and some helpful hints from people on Facebook, we learned that more than likely it's the bee colony relocating the queen.  Which apparently is an amazing thing. 

Not in my backyard, it's not. 

I guess I should be flattered that they chose my yard for their temporary (God, let's hope it's temporary) castle.  I told Tony I wanted to see her.  He assured me that she is not wearing a tiara and carrying a wand, so my interest dropped a little. 

For the mean time, Margo is going to the bathroom in the front yard.  I can just see her curiousity getting the best of her while sticking her entire face into their hive..

Here's to hoping they find their permanent home soon.... and it's not under our deck. 

I assure you that having the Queen Bee, is not the Bee's Knees. 



*bonus points to whoever gets the Friends reference.

A Birthday & Bocce Ball

We had my family over to celebrate my mom's birthday on Friday night.  Drinks, dessert and games.  Never a dull moment with my family.  That's why I love 'em. 

They're a bunch of competitive, game loving, loud and perfect people. 

I purchased glow in the dark bocce ball a few weeks back, thinking that our new yard is perfect for this game.  And it was.

However, little did I know how my mom and her sister would flip this family oriented game toward the dark side.  I should have known...

Happy Birthday Mom!  Here's to next year maybe getting the real things!! :)

Mood Changer

So my phone was stolen by a Pizza Hut employee this weekend.  I'm still so pissed about it and have been fuming all weekend.  Karma is a bitch.  That's what I keep telling myself.  Every time I look down at my ol' beast of a Droid slide out keyboard phone that I had to re-activate until I decide to buy another iPhone for $400, I keep saying 'Karma is a Bitch, PH employee'.   

Then last night, a whole tire fell off/busted off the back of our riding lawnmower as Tony was finishing up the yard.  Someone is going to have to come pick it up and put a new axel on it.  (do I sound like I know what I'm talking about?)  This doesn't really directly effect me, but when your husband is pissed, everybody's pissed. 

And our new dishwasher doesn't dry things.  It's being fixed, but I'm adding it to the list b/c I've heard bad things happen in 3's.  Are we done yet?

I was telling Margo yesterday about how I needed an attitude adjustment.

I come into work this morning and this is what I see:

It's an assortment of different N/A beers from my boss.

Talk about a mood changer.

It's the little things....

Wine

This might be my most favorite saying ever...

Ahh to pour wine into a glass again....and repeat. 

Less than 4 months.

Tick. Tock.

Margo Post

It's been awhile since my precious pup has had a blog post all to herself*.  And we all know how much girlfriend loves attention.  Just ask anyone who walks through our door.  Anyone except the security system people, then she turns all scared and timid.  Great timing, be a little wimp to the only people who know our freaking alarm code. 

Doesn't this look like a face who is super excited to share her attention in a few months? 

I don't think anyone asked her how she felt about the situation.  Rude. 

We did find out that she is choke hold tolerable though.

I'm sure that will come in handy. 


*So it really didn't end up being all to herself.  She's gotta start sharing at some point!

Hiring?

Ever since I found out we are having a girl, my bank account seems extra low. 

It's rough, this shopping for a baby girl. 

Because when I run across things like this:

I literally have no control. 

Karma

I realize I'm not yet a parent, and have no idea what's about to hit me in the face when I'm responsible for another human being come October.  However, there is one thing that bugs me and I just can't get over it. 

Prepare yourselves, I'm going to sound extremely vain right here.

Disney characters on clothing bother me. 

Gasp, I know.  Send in the firing squad.

Now, I love Aladdin and Beauty and The Beast as much as the next person, but I am not a fan of it plastered all over kid's clothes.  I feel like I'm in a Disney world gift shop and can't get out. 

I know down the road, I have a lot to learn, and I'm sure my little girl will be dressed from head to toe in Dora the Explorer to avoid a tragic meltdown sooner than later.  So someday I will eat my words and I'll have this blog post to blame.

But for now, you can imagine my pouty face, when I unpacked a box of diapers I had bought and saw this:

Karma??

Do ALL diapers have cartoons on them?

I really have a lot to learn.

Poem

Here's my sweet grandpa's poem for my birthday.  He does it for everyone's birthday and it's my favorite part of any family get together.  My poem's usually consist of booze and this one is no different.

Thanks Grandpa!!

And thanks to the rest of my family for celebrating with me last night.  I'm so blessed to have an amazing family!

Another year older... another year... wiser?

Well, I'm not sure about being wiser, but this is the first birthday since oh I don't know say 18 that will be spent sober.  So does that make me wiser?  Or just pregnant? 

Next year is the big 3.0. so I'll just have to celebrate a little harder for lost time. 

Over the years, I think I've rubbed off on my husband with gift giving.  He used to make me wait until the actual day to open any presents.  I usually make him open his gifts whenever they are ready to be opened.  I just get so excited to give stuff to him!  Well, this year, he told me that he had my present on Tuesday and asked if I wanted to open it.  I said I'd wait until my actual birthday because I figured he'd make me anyways.  Not 5 mintues later, he's bringing it into the kitchen saying 'I want you to open it.' 

Twist my arm....

Now, there might have been an email sent out with a few options on diaper bags I've had my eye on, but he totally took the reins and picked one all by himself.  He has good taste.  He picked my favorite.

Damn, things have sure changed.  From hand bags to diaper bags.

And then he gave me the meanest card.  Ever.

My mouth is still drooling.

The inside says 'Have Fun Today in December'

Which I promptly corrected him that I am having the baby in October, and that will soon be followed by a giant glass of vino.  What is this waiting until December nonsense???

So CHEERS to myself and a sober birthday.

I will be spending my evening in a church parking lot*

Cue the violins....

*Tony's BBQ competition is this weekend.  In a church parking lot.  I'm not just going to hang out in a church parking lot.  I'm actually really excited - the BBQ is one of the best weekends of the summer.  Hoping for the same results as last year!



Alright, Alright

I'm getting semi-harrassed by a few people to post a picture of my belly.  Something that I am not fond of doing.
So if you read my blog, consider yourself lucky (or not).  You will not be finding said pictures on Facebook.  That's just my personal preference, I'm not knocking any expectant mothers that choose to show off the bump via social media.  Apparently, growing a child also makes me use words like 'knocking'. ??

This picture is from this morning.  I'll be 19 weeks tomorrow.  Almost half way there.  Praise Jesus.

It's A.................

Little Rascal or Little Princess

Today's the day. 

Does the babe have a stem?  Or no stem?  (That's a horrible analogy, but that's what my dad says)

Fingers crossed that the little one cooperates.

Guesses are pretty mixed from what I've heard, but I'm thinking boy and Tony's thinking boy so we'll see how good of parents we are starting out to be....

Remember Me?

Anyone remember me?  I was trying to set the record for longest lapse in posts.  Did I win?

In my defense, I've been busy.  No seriously. 

For starters, we bought/finished building a house.

Grass to come.  Hopefully really freaking soon.

We sold our house.

In a day. Which was a huge shock... and relief.  But that meant we would have to crash my parents house for a couple of weeks until our new house was finished.  And thanks to the snow storm in May, we were delayed a bit.

Oh and we are expecting a little babe in October...

So ya know, just a few small things going on in 2013. 

More to come.  I'm just impressed that I remembered how to post on here.